Warning: this poem is a tad bit explicit, and yes, it is fictional. I’m not a hooker. I promise lol.

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It’s music to my baby’s ears,

The moans that leave my ruby lips,

He’s forever imprisoned by,

This diamond mine between my hips.

The way I walk, the way I talk,

It keeps him coming back for more.

Like taking candy from a child,

I rock him to his very core.

He’s blinded by my beauty, so,

He doesn’t see the evil shine,

In these ocean eyes, he knows,

Not of these dark plans of mine.

He falls, like every other man,

At my feet like autumn leaves,

And every lie these plump lips tell,

He sure enough always believes.

I shower him and kisses and,

He showers me and dollar bills.

My body is my weapon and,

I use it just to seek my thrills.

So call it what you think you must,

But please don’t get confused, my dear,

I swear, each time these hips are thrust,

I make more than you could in a year.